The Crayon

When we were young, we took our crayons and we sketched until our tiny hands were tired.  As we grew older, we put down the crayon for pencils thinking it made for more elaborate sketches.  We have since graduated to the use of pens for that is a more permanent means of sketching, highlighting our maturity, or so we thought.  If we look back at our crayon drawings we would find a freedom lost, a freedom forgotten we once secured.  These sketches speak of a lifetime where trust was not questioned, where learning rested upon the heart’s discovery and was not limited to knowledge prepared by humanity.  Though they seem crude, they are anything but for they show mastery of the heart, mastery of the soul speaking from the wordless words prepared by the Father, heard in the silence of creativity.  We must return to such drawing for each reminds us that we are connected to something greater than humanity, something greater than the projections of the mind for in each sketch love is represented with each stroke; with each pass of the crayon we can feel the excitement of knowledge yet explored, of freedom accepted, as love undenied.  In these moments of our youth, the Father spoke and we listened, we responded with an awareness of life now crowded by suspicion, fortified by confusion.  We are, by nature, not a confused people, nor are we suspicious yet these both are woven into the culture of adulthood; thus the reason for the suspension of our crayons.  The Father asks that we pick up our crayons, once again, pick them up that we may be free, that we may know love, may accept the wordless words of the heart.  Freely the Father speaks, He offers to us His love, His peace, His mercy and yet we shy away thinking our knowledge accumulated over the years via repurposed textbooks deems us experts in life.  If we never stop listening, then we never stop learning yet our degrees insinuate otherwise; the papers, printed in ink, which adorn our walls behind glass seek to represent our person yet they represent only our achievements within the confines of humanity.  It is the crayon which represents that which identifies the reality of our person as it connects our soul with our heart, connects the Father’s words with our conscious allowing us to explore our worth, explore our identity while wrapped in unconditional love.  No judgements are made for the offering is love thus suspicion is wiped from our radar as is confusion for the view is one of beauty, serenity, and solace.  This crayon connects us to something greater than the fascinations of humanity, it connects us to ourselves, of who we are in Christ, who we are because of love, because we chose to trust and believe.  Sketch away with pencil or pen but come back in with crayon and illuminate that which goes unseen, that which needs highlighted because it is sourced by love and mercy.  Freedom of the soul need not be lost among that which humanity deems maturation for the more mature we become in our faith, the more we will notice the highlights, even complete drawings in crayon.  Draw away, let the heart take the lead and the mind a backseat.  Many moons have passed, let trust be the marking of our every sketch for it is faith which leads us from the nagging suspicions imposed by the mind causing confusion to be commonplace.  To rise above, we need only to sketch a path by which to exit; problem is, with what will the path be sketched?  Pen, forcing the inception of the mind, the fusion of humanity?  Pencil, mapping the onset of suspicion, riddled with random strokes and eraser marks?  Crayon, exploring our world vested in love, created by wordless words?  Are we ready to return to the heart, return to what we know and stop living by rules created by the fear of unknown?  We have the ability to map a path of freedom for the Father has handed us the crayon, are we willing to pick it up and draw, pick it up and invest in our faith?  Three writing implements are placed before us...crayon, pencil, pen...which will we be our implement of choice?  Which will best tell our story, which best represents our freedom to love, our freedom to be love, our freedom to act with purposed faith and respond with gentle holiness?  What story do we wish to tell?